Yeah, this is going out to those two jerks from Junior High School who called me Briefcase Joe. Guess what? Now It's come to past that. It's turned out to be a good thing for me Yeah, tell 'em!

Yo here I go, they call me Briefcase Joe I write my lyrics down for a keepsake yo On the microphone, hear the beats they go You could be the rapper, I'm the DJ yo My lyrics just erupt like a volcano Everywhere I walk when I talk they know I'm flippin' it, dippin' it, trippin' it, rippin' it Hit 'em with venom in 'em I gave them an enema Then hit 'em up right in front of the cinema Skin them alive {rocking the party} As soon as the women arrive Then I'ma drive a stake in their heart (yeah) And squirt (yeah) lemon in their eyes (yeah, yeah) You know what I'm sayin'?

Chicka, chicka, chicka, chicka Briefcase Joe They call him, they call him, they call him Briefcase Joe Chicka, chicka, his name is, his name is Briefcase Joe He don't carry that briefcase to school no mo' Chicka

My testicles are vegetables They're goin' to Mexico They're on a jet-jetroll yo

Chicka, chicka, chicka, chicka Briefcase Joe They call him, they call him, they call him Briefcase Joe Chicka, chicka, his name is, his name is Briefcase Joe He don't carry that briefcase to school no mo' Chicka